Ya Ves

You see, sometimes I get tired of being a man and also
I get tired of hearing that everything is fine,
and seeing sad men looking south,
and not existing if you don't look at me.

You see, sometimes I get tired of losing you and knowing
that we are alone and it won't come back
guevara to give me the reason
to not see you lying on my mattress.

And in the meantime,
clamor of scaffolding,
boats and shipwrecks,
reveal our dream.
And in the meantime,
if Havana falls today,
who will be our owner tomorrow?

So I sing to remember
that you are still by my side,
that you still dream awake because that's how
we overcome fatigue.
So I sing to remember
that we are still alive,
if you don't see beyond your horizon
we will be lost.

You see, sometimes I get tired of being free, of being
free to sell myself and fall
dead where my freedom prefers,
always on the other side of your border.

You see, sometimes I get tired of myself and not having
the courage to look for you and commit
every crime that this love demands.